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Take Off Your Pants!
Anthony was hot, sweaty and tired. All he wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed. Unfortunately, he had to have a band meeting first.
Flea walked into the room and smiled. "Did you hear them tonight?"
"Hear what? Hear who?" He asked tiredly.
"The girls. In the third row? They kept yelling 'Take off your pants' after each song."
Smiling, Anthony shook his head. "If I'd heard them, I would have. Why didn't you?"
"We're in Florida, man. They have laws and shit. Plus, I thought you heard them."
They grinned at each other. Flea stood up and straddled Anthony's lap. He brushed their lips together.
Anthony smiled again. "You should have anyway."
"I can now," he said suggestively.
"Great idea," he said groaning as Flea rocked into him and stole another kiss.
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